Horror Camgirl - Ch. 104: How Dare You Steal Tyrant! Beat Her Up!
“Girl, let me teach you a way to leave this painting,” True Lord Zhengyang said. “Forget about that young man. You can't save him. If you recklessly rush in, you'll only lose your own life.”
I gritted my teeth, stayed silent for a moment, then replied, “I may be afraid of death, but I absolutely can't abandon my friends just to save myself.”
“Hahaha!” True Lord Zhengyang laughed heartily. “Yin Changsheng, see? I told you the girl wouldn't abandon that young man. My judgment of people isn't bad at all. This girl is definitely not the kind to value her own life over loyalty or abandon others for personal gain. Last time, that Nine Yin Stone belonged to me. Hand it over, hand it over.”
“A bet is a bet,” a young man's voice rang out. “This girl is quite interesting. I’m rather intrigued by her.”
“Then teach her something to help her get through this crisis,” Huang Luzi said calmly.
I thought to myself, earlier True Lord Zhengyang mentioned inviting an old friend to watch my livestream. Could this Yin Changsheng be the friend he was talking about?
Why does that name sound so familiar?
Seems like there’s a novel with that name, but never mind that—saving Tyrant is more important.
Yin Changsheng said, “Young Lady, you go in first. Let me take a look at that female ghost.”
I agreed and quickly stepped inside. The grand hall was filled with a dizzying fragrance, identical to the one that had ensnared me earlier, but much more intense now, making my head spin.
I took out a Detoxifying Pill and swallowed it, clearing my mind significantly.
Inside the hall, layer upon layer of curtains hung down, all in deep red, some semi-transparent. An unknown breeze made these drapes flutter, adding an air of seductive allure.
I pushed through the curtains and made my way to the depths of the hall. There, on a wide, plush bed covered with thick velvet, lay a tall, well-built young man. His shirt was open, revealing a sculpted chest.
A beautiful woman was draped over him, her red-painted nails gliding over his chest, causing him to shiver slightly.
“Tyrant!” I screamed inwardly, clenching my fists tightly.
The woman’s skin was as smooth as jade, her eyebrows curved like distant mountains, her lips naturally rosy. She wore a low-cut Tang dynasty gown, revealing most of her fair, voluptuous chest, exuding a dangerously captivating charm.
[“Wow, she’s so gorgeous... Way better than those Crimson Skeletons from before. Oh no, I’m feeling tempted again.”]
[“Why has this livestream turned into something risqué? Host, you’re becoming naughty, huh?”]
[“You idiots, this isn’t what the host wants! Right now, her life’s on the line!”]
[“A little fan service once in a while isn’t so bad.”]
[“What the heck! That little vixen dares to steal our Tyrant! Does she have a death wish? Host, go for her! I’ll reward you with a Golden Crown!”]
At this moment, Tyrant was already entranced. The beautiful woman lowered her head to gently kiss the corner of his lips. He wrapped his arm around her neck and murmured softly, “Jun Yao…”
My face turned bright red. Did he mistake that female ghost for me?
Does that mean, in his hallucination, he’s... doing unspeakable things with me?
My face was as red as a monkey’s behind. This was beyond embarrassing!
“Stop letting your mind wander!” Yin Changsheng’s voice suddenly cut in.
I snapped back to reality, shocked. I had almost fallen under that woman's spell too, with all sorts of unspeakable scenes between Tang Mingli and me playing out in my mind.
Furious and embarrassed, I silently cursed, “I’ll make sure to smash you to smithereens today!”
Yin Changsheng warned, “That seductive ghost is powerful. You can’t confront her head-on.”
I gritted my teeth, slowly backed out of the hall, and whispered, “This is a world within a painting. If I set the palace on fire, can we escape?”
Yin Changsheng replied, “It's not that simple. Unless you have True Fire of Samadhi, ordinary flames won’t burn this painting.”
What should I do then?
“Young Lady, this painting of a beauty is different from ordinary ones. It wasn’t made with the skin of a dead woman but rather the skin of a living person,” Yin Changsheng explained.
I was horrified. Was the skin peeled off a living girl?
“After peeling off the skin, it’s mixed with the girl’s fresh blood to create pigments for the painting. Once completed, an evil cultivator inscribes talismans within it to let it absorb the Yin energy between heaven and earth,” Yin Changsheng continued. “That’s why the power of this painting is so strong. To destroy it, there’s only one way.”
He paused, then added, “You must destroy the talisman within the painting.”
I frowned, thinking hard. “But where is the talisman?”
Suddenly, I remembered that back in that room, there was a gem-encrusted skull cup, wrapped in gold, with strange patterns carved into it.
Could the talisman be on that skull cup?
Without hesitation, I turned and sprinted back. Along the way, the seductive female ghost...
All the men drained of their life force stared blankly at me, their hollow eyes filled with a hint of pleading.
They were begging me to save them, to free their souls trapped for centuries so they could escape this place, enter the Underworld, and reincarnate.
I shoved the door open and returned to that same room from before. I was about to grab the skull cup when I noticed that the mirror next to it was rippling gently. Soon, a clear image emerged on its surface, like a television screen.
In the mirror, a beautiful young girl appeared. She was breathtakingly gorgeous but had a tragic fate. At a young age, she was sold to a prince’s estate to become a dancer.
As she grew, her beauty blossomed, and her dancing became captivating, quickly earning the prince’s favor.
If this were a typical romance story, she and the prince would have had a passionate love affair, ending with her becoming his favorite concubine. After giving birth to an heir, she would have risen in status and spent her remaining years in luxury.
But this is no romance story.
The real tale is a thousand times more horrifying.
This prince was filled with insatiable ambition and sought the throne. To plot against the emperor, he heeded the advice of an evil sorcerer, using cruel and horrific methods to turn this beautiful dancer into a “beauty painting.”
The entire process played out in the mirror.
[“This is way bloodier and more terrifying than any American B-grade horror movie I’ve ever seen.”]
[“Thank God I didn’t let my son watch this. He’d be having nightmares for a month.”]
[“That prince is so ruthless—I curse him to the depths of hell.”]
The story in the mirror continued. The prince presented the beauty painting to the emperor. Delighted, the emperor indulged in the painting’s enchanted world, only to have his life force drained completely, dying in its embrace.
After the emperor's death, the prince led a rebellion. Unfortunately, he failed and was forced to drink poison to end his life. After his death, the painting was lost amidst the chaos, passing through countless hands over a thousand years, taking the lives of one man after another.
The painting had essentially become a tool for assassination, claiming the lives of numerous powerful men in mysterious ways.
A chilling thought crossed my mind: could it be that the person who sent this painting to Tang Mingli did so to kill him?
At this moment, Yin Changsheng said, “Young Lady, this is where the talisman should be placed. Mix your blood with cinnabar and drip it into the skull cup.”
I followed his instructions. The beautiful woman, who was in the midst of trying to undress Tang Mingli, suddenly looked up. Her beautiful eyes flashed with malice, and she roared angrily, “You wretch! Put down my skull cup!”
Her voice echoed throughout the palace, making my eardrums throb. Gritting my teeth, I drew the talisman inside the skull cup using the blood mixed with cinnabar, my strokes swift and precise.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind howled through, slamming the door violently. I stayed focused on drawing the talisman, unmoved by the chaos.
A crimson figure appeared at the doorway, the vengeful ghost charging at me with murderous intent. “You wretch! Prepare to die!”
I raised my head to meet her gaze, a cold smile curling at my lips. “You’re too late.”
With that, the skull cup in my hands erupted in brilliant golden light. The ghost’s expression shifted drastically, her face twisted in terror.
With a sharp crack, the skull cup shattered into countless fragments, scattering across the floor.
The ghost’s body disintegrated just like the skull cup, breaking into pieces before dissipating into black smoke in mid-air.
The ghost was dead, and the painting began to burn with dark flames, gradually turning to ashes.
In the world inside the painting, the palace was collapsing, engulfed in flames. I rushed back to the grand hall where Tang Mingli was still lying on the bed. I fed him a detoxifying pill, lightly patting his face as I said, “Tyrant, wake up.”
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